Aesop Rock

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Zero Dark Thirty

They did not know how long they had been there

Unsigned hype

Frontline ever north's flurry

Zero dark thirty

Zero friends minotaur fugly stepchild devote lunch jumped over plunging

Netlines

Up beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes default in a mothmen munching textiles

Punisher

Out past go time back ten fried worms cheerier

Brown grass both sides

Can't food

Man made tools

Atlanta can't bandaids Mandrake's route

Thimble on a broomstick

Pancake shoes

And a handshake booth can't pain, can't lose, can't game

Smoke out malls like a force of nature

Break through chimer turn to his face

Swiftly

Maybe in the form of a nest egg

Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray

Or a solid gold teen with something better to celebrate

The powder on the face like a flatfoot on Jelly Day

M-m-moral compass all batshit

Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets

Ever sporting the artist or enable in the attic of me

I guess it matters to me

I wish it mattered to you

Now a thousand virtues kicked the same bucket like Chinatown turtles

Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums

In the terrifying face of a future tongue

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

Check his own break neck pulse over colors in the drain

Like emote sugar skulls in the rain

Flower eyes melting

Gotta buy your lugging made of bat ties silting

Quarter up a heading for the kill screen

No corner cut

No built team

Only a particularly menacing

Angle perpendicular to everything

Boys room cheery bomb moyed doom

Very much running with the devil in the mellow drum

Hello

Here's where a tale of caution pounce coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawk wind

Sawtooth

Never mind straw to gold

Spin hearts on sleeves and a head torn pulse

Arm in the mall

Fish out fifth like a business card from a jar at the mall

Ayin like androids dream in a carbon applause

Get stuffed with cartoon cigars

Skull pack, netti pot home to roost

Around fullback dinner with the muscle and poon

Shoot to the beaver,

Brown with broke ankles

Daisy

Declawed pound, no thank you

Fade me

Failed all basic training

But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling

Silhouette the god last cigarette

Anything less would be re-god-damn-diculous

Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums

In the terrifying face of a future tongue

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down, down from a huntable surplus to one

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